The craves they rub up and down
The love makings pretend to be real
The abilities of telling lies
All the broken souls
Are the outcomes of fake friends
Fake friend make fake histories
Because they want to stay just the night
The night they lighted it up with fake smiles
They plot another sad history so they need a hug
On the shelter of the heart when they get space
They make it rain, rain of tears
When it gets wet then they write something
With all their fake ideas what the heart doesn’t fit
Then they like more bending and folding
What they enjoy is your bruises on the knees
Then early the morning they leave like a thief.
They collect all the innocent pieces and steal it.
When you wake up, you wake up on the dark side.
HUNN
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